Diligently | From Brokenness to Joy
Step My Game Up!
The month of April has truly been amazing for me. This last week, in particular, has truly shown me how faithful God is to me when I completely turn over my adversities to Him. I don't really think I knew how deep the hurt was in my life and in my heart but God is a healer. Not only does He heal but He also restores.Now that April has presented all things anew I have made a personal decision. I have decided to step my game up. Over the past four years I have endured so much heartache and disappointment. I was just getting up everyday and going through the motions. Now I get up with a purpose. God's purpose. He has blessed me with opportunities to impact children and their families throughout my community. I have a responsibility to uphold. To whom much is given much is required. He has given me so much.
Recently at my church's anniversary the guest minister shared this thought "We all are valuable, none of us are necessary." I know that I am valuable in my various talents and gifts but I also know that if I don't use those gifts and talents someone else will.
My time is now, to be at my best, professionally, spiritually, physically, emotionally, and financially. Enough has time been spent being comfortable. The time is now to show my value and worth to the world.
I invite you to watch me soar as I Step My Game UP!!!!!!
Lindar
And It's Ok | Evolving Takes Werk Podcast
Has anyone been stagnant? I'm amazed at how I've not completed the podcast. For the season, how I have not been writing or blogging. I have still been creative a little bit Canva and still creating content for clients. However, writing has been hard. Is it a writer’s block? I’ve also had to deal with onset of depression and some disappointing things happening in my life. I can only go so long with saying, “I’m ok.” When clearly I have not been, and you know what? That’s ok.
Infused By Arlinda McGlothin-McKinley
Writing for Peace, Not Performance
Writing looks different for me now.
There was a time when writing felt tied to output. Posting consistently. Finishing what I started. Making sure it made sense, looked right, and said something meaningful to others. There was an unspoken pressure to produce, to show up in a way that felt complete, polished, and ready to be received.
But life has a way of interrupting performance.
Illness slowed me down. Recovery changed my rhythm. Grief shifted what I had the capacity to carry. And somewhere in the middle of all of that, writing stopped being something I did to share and became something I needed to survive.
I didn’t always have the energy to organize my thoughts. Some days, I didn’t have the words at all. Other days, the words came but they came heavy. Unfiltered. Unstructured. Honest. And instead of pushing that away or trying to clean it up, I started allowing it.
That was the shift.
Writing recently hasn’t been for performance, it’s been for peace.
Peace in getting it out.
Peace in not holding everything in.
Peace in allowing my thoughts to exist without forcing them into perfection.
Some days writing looks like a full blog post. Other days it’s a sentence. A voice note. A few thoughts captured before they disappear. And I’ve learned that all of it counts.
Trying to force creativity in a season of healing only created more resistance. But when I allowed myself to write from where I actually am, the words began to meet me there.
I didn’t force clarity.
I allowed truth.
And truth doesn’t always come polished. Sometimes it comes in fragments. In pauses. In reflections that don’t tie themselves together right away. But even in that, there is value. Because the goal is no longer perfection, the goal is release.
Writing became a way for me to process what I’ve lived through. To sit with my thoughts instead of running from them. To make sense of emotions that didn’t always have language at first.
It also became a way for me to return to myself.
Not the version of me that felt pressure to perform, but the version of me that simply needed space to be. Space to feel. Space to create without expectation. Space to simply be.
And in that space, something unexpected happened.
My voice didn’t disappear, it became clearer.
My thoughts didn’t scatter, they began to connect.
My creativity didn’t leave, it just needed a different environment to grow.
Writing for peace allowed me to stay present with my grief and my creativity at the same time—without asking one to disappear so the other could exist.
That, for me, is what makes this season different.
I’m not writing to prove anything. I have nothing to prove.
I’m not writing to keep up. I'm going at my own pace.
I’m not writing to perform. Rather to simply get my thoughts out.
I’m writing to breathe.
And somehow, in choosing peace, I found my voice again.
Infused by Arlinda McGlothin - McKinley
And It's Ok | Evolving Takes Werk Podcast
Resiliency & Gratitude
I have come to find that my writings tell a story. It is one of resiliency and gratitude. For a while I thought my writings were not connected. I’ve written poetry, fiction, a journal and a non-fiction book. Honestly, I thought “My collection is random and it doesn’t make sense.” Then one day I was on ClubHouse and the moderator, Teresa Hairston, told me that my writings tell the story of my resiliency.
Not only had I never considered that idea, I never would have on my own.
Today I got on Canva and created this video. In days to come I will expound on each book and tell why I wrote it and how I created it.
My writings began with a marriage separation and now I am in a state of gratitude. In all things give thanks.
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